"Yeah, well, maybe I'm actually pretty sentimental and I get brushed off every time I try to show it." Tony slowly kicked his feet up and down. "I have an iron skin, not an iron heart." As if to prove his point, Tony began mouthing a trail downwards, making a slow retreat into the cocoon of his sleeping bag where Thor couldn't see.

"Oh, Tony, you care? You did something nice?" He mouthed the clasp of Thor's jeans, the metal clinking with his teeth. "So off-brand."

Not that he didn't deserve it. The first times he tried to be nice involved getting Pepper a box of the one fruit she was allergic to as an afterthought. That was a good seven years ago, though.